I'm still shook up about the Paris bombings. Part of me wants to just crawl into a bottle.

[Electric Monk]

I know it wouldn't help, and would probably (surely) fuck up my day to day life instead, but that's how I feel at the moment.

Oh yeah, my dog is dying from thyroid cancer too, and he has been in remission but it looks like that's over.

One day at a time.

dukkha
samudaya
nirhodha
magga

http://buddhism.about.com/od/thefournobletruths/a/fournobletruths.htm

[Electric Monk]

1. Simply being able to express my feelings here helped tonight. I'm calmer now.

(maybe I should start a diary or a blog?)

[TygrBright]

2. Journaling has helped me immensely.

There is nothing dreadful that can possibly happen that you can't make worse by drinking, using, etc.

But talking about it, writing, thinking it out and identifying the feelings can be an effective way of taking away their power.

When I write out the weird inner dialogs in my head sometimes, and then go away and have a cup of tea, and come back and read them, I have a good healing belly-laugh.

Leaving them inside to cycle and re-cycle and acquire more weirdness has the opposite effect.

responsively,
Bright